Waking the Dead (2000) Movie Script

1 A short time ago... terror apparently struck this quiet neighborhood... on the outskirts of Minneapolis. A car bomb destroyed a vehicle... carrying two Chilean nationals... and, apparently, a young American woman. The FBI is refusing comment. However, early reports indicate the bombing was carried out... by Chilean government agents. The agents were trying to stop Francisco and Gisella Higgens... who have been touring around the US... speaking out against Chile's military dictatorship. Minneapolis police believe the bomb was detonated by remote control... and that all three occupants of the car were killed instantly. The bodies have been removed to Minneapolis Community General Hospital. As for the young American woman... it's not yet officially known, but we have learned... that she was Sarah Williams, an activist from Chicago... who was also working with the sanctuary movement. Sources tell us that she had made several trips to Chile herself... assisting in bringing political refugees into the US. Obviously, the death of a young American girl... on American shores... will throw a whole new light on both the sanctuary movement... and, possibly, on the government's relationship... with the Chilean regime. I'm Bill Haugland reporting live from Minneapolis. - Waking the Dead - AMOR MAIOR QUE A VIDA Hi, Fielding. Kill anyone today? Not yet, Tamara. Is Danny here? He's in his office. I'm here to see the boss. Who are you? I'm his brother. Oh! - Go on in. He's expecting you. - Thanks. You're new here, right? Do you like it here? Yeah, I love it. Jesus! - Good morning, Private. - Colonel. It's a damn good feeling knowing you're out there patrolling New York Harbor. The fuckin' Cong could be shoppin' on Fifth Avenue like that. Fielding, I want you out of that coast guard. - Come on! - No, really. I'm worried about you. What if Nixon takes the wrong pill and sends you guys over to Vietnam? Name one national political leader who hasn't served his time, Danny. And by the way, you remember that little coast guard song... that you made me learn? My new assistant just told me what "Semper Paratus" means. I don't like this "Always Ready" shit. I get distinct death vibes. Your new assistant? The girl out there? Yeah. Sarah. A Catholic girl. They know their Latin. My coast guard fights for me And our shore's liberty We will be strong Semper Paratus us Even if die we must We'll never fail the trust That we've been shown - Good, let's go. - No way. We're not done yet. We're proud, we're true, we're brave We fear not pain nor grave Our tide rolls on We'll sail the ocean blue Coast Guard, we love you and everybody too I can't remember the rest of the words Viking's doing this book on J. Edgar Hoover that sounds a lot like ours. Really? Good. Cancel ours and get us out of the whole fuckin' thing. We don't wanna deal with the FBI. It's just a big headache we don't need. Ready for lunch? - Do you mind if I join you? - Yes. You mind? I mean, no. - We'll all go together. - Okay. I'll go get my bag. Check it out. Who am I? "Yes... No..." Very smooth. The thing about Harvard... for somebody from the working class, like us... is that there is a terrible sense of isolation, of aloneness there. Not to mention I was a year younger than everyone. It was like walking around campus with "scholarship kid" tattooed on my head. I do believe, though, that politics can still make a difference. But you have to become a part of it. You become one of the people that sends the message to people... that lying and corruption in government is wrong. I know that we think of law as something that is cerebral. I won't say that it's a courageous stance to take, but it's a... We know the war is evil. It's a way for me not to become disenfranchised... you know, become some radical member who is now in prison... Should I be taking notes? Eat your lunch. Carry on. Sorry. Mimi, get me Don Ragland on the phone in my office. Fielding, don't hurt yourself. When do you have to get back to the war? Can I buy you dinner tonight? Can I talk? What do you do in the coast guard? Right now I have patrol in New York Harbor. Not glamorous, but... it's not the army, Canada or jail. Do you think they might send you to Vietnam? And the war is ending pretty soon. The war's been ending soon for a long time. It's just something that I have to do. I have one too. One what? A sense of destiny. Okay, what's your sense of destiny? When I was little, I wanted to be a nun. It's a true story! Well, what stopped you? Puberty. As it should. Now I want... a life of unbelievable adventure... and... profligacy. And, at the last possible moment, sainthood. I want a life that makes sense. You... still haven't told me how you got the idea you wanted to be a senator. That's not actually what I want. I want to be... the president. Why are you smiling? Because you mean it. - You're still part of the same system. - So what do I do, go to Canada, to jail? Yes! I mean, if it's what you believe in. I think that's easy for you to say because you can't be drafted. That is so patronizing. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. But if I do those things... either of those things... I risk throwing away everything that I've worked for. This way, eventually... I can make some real, substantial changes... without throwing away my life on some ultimately meaningless gesture. Sometimes meaningless gestures are all we have. You're very ambitious, aren't you? I'm afraid I am. Be careful. Ambition is... the ice on the lake of emotion. Who said that? I did. Can I come up? - Too fast. - Oh, come on. Can't we think of this as a wartime romance? Come on up, Fielding. Oh, God. Please don't let them send you to Vietnam. I'll be okay. All right? It's not that. What? If you go over... you'll be getting shot at by the people I want to win. I don't want to have to choose who to root for. You still with us, Fielding? I'm just thinking. Do you realize what the governor is offering here, Fielding? It's a big jump from the county prosecutor's office... to the United States Congress. What the hell are you looking at out there? He's thinking, Ed. You don't want a snap decision, do you? I don't wanna spend all day sitting here either. Look, there's no problem. Nothing to be scared of, kid. You can't lose. You know the last time a Democrat lost a special election in this district? Hell, I was still going to high school. What about Jerry Charmichael? He hung himself. One thing to be a fag, but he got caught putting his boyfriend on the US payroll. Anyway, he's announced his resignation. That's his business. Yours is: Do you want this seat or not? All right. Now, tell me if there's anything about you I don't know... that maybe I ought to. I never know how to answer that. - What the fuck are you playing with? - Oh, come, come. - He's kicking a gift horse in the nuts. - He's a good kid. Clean as a whistle. Father's a union man. All right. I owe your friend Isaac. I'll get you to Washington. By the time you learn to find your ass without using both hands... it'll be time for the regular election... and if we ain't friends by then... that'll be that. - I gotta go. - Of course. It'll all work out. I'll have my people call you. All those years. I want a life that makes sense. You're my lover, Fielding. I have one too. Sometimes meaningless gestures are all we have. Sarah? I want to apologize to the people of my district. I've let them down... and that's something I'll have to live with for the rest of my life. I also want to apologize to my wife Lorraine... my two children... Insiders say the man most likely to fill the vacant seat... is a 32-year-old attorney from the DA's office... Fielding Pierce, a bachelor and political unknown. Governor Kinosis is expected to announce... Beware the lonely man with a telephone. Hey, is that my congressman brother? I guess you heard the news. Mom and Dad told you? Are you kidding me? Mom's already bought a whole new scrapbook. Congratulations, honey. Thanks. Honey? - You know what I wish? - What? I wish Sarah was here. I know. I know. I still miss her too. It gets better, gets better... then it's like it never got better at all. If you were still with her, none of this would be happening. Everything she was would've taken you away from where you wanted to go. I know. I'm starting to pretend she's alive. Why would you do that? I don't know. It's just happening. I can feel her around me in the snow. Oh, God. Fielding, don't do this to yourself. Oh, no, it's... I mean, it's... I don't mind it, really. It's just interesting, that's all. No, it isn't, honey. It's sad. It's really, really sad. Dear Fielding... if you were going off to fight a war, a good war... I could write this by candlelight... weep, and then go to church and pray for you. But there 's only one war... and it's bad... and though you promise that your ship's not going near Vietnam... I keep thinking your course will change. It's 3:00 in the morning... and I'm needing you... like a thousand monkeys on my back. I'm wearing your black T-shirt. You were looking all over for it before you left, but I had it hidden. I needed something here that smells of you... unspeakably delicate... and innocent. It amazes me to think that while I was growing up in Louisville... you were growing up in New York. But our fates had been cast... and every step we took... was only bringing us closer... until we fell into that bed and you were inside me... and we both knew... that we'd come to the end of the line. We will never be apart. We may be at each other's throats... or we may be separated by 5.000 miles... but we'll never be apart. So get off that boat. Get off... and come home to me. I need you. I need you, I need you. Your girl always... Sarah. We may be separated by 5.000 miles... but we'll never be apart. Don't go. What are you looking for? I'm definitely going crazy. It's 3:00 in the morning... I'm needing you, like a thousand monkeys on my back. How are you? Every step we took... was only bringing us closer. Until we fell into that bed... andyou were inside me... and we both knew... And so I endorse Angelo Bertelli in this race... notjust because he's a good man of and from this district... but because he represents a change... a change, a break... from machine politics... machine thinking... and machine answers. Great. Great. First the gay vote, now half the black vote. Gotta love a challenge. Bertelli's a nothing. He's like... a write-in candidate. Besides, I hear he's an old lecher. Are you gonna use that? But maybe we should get married. I'll run on the morality issue. You're not ready to marry anybody. I was only kidding. Besides, wouldn't that be awful if we got married and I lost the election? What would be so awful about it? I was just saying that if we got married for the sake of the election... and then I lost, that's all. Why does that make my stomach hurt? If I said "let's get married," you'd say the same thing. You're making me feel bad. Okay. I'm sorry I said it. - Looking forward to seeing your family? - Oh, yeah. I wish I had more time. But you don't. You've got to hit the ground running. You've got to start building a real constituency... for the next election. Thanks for everything, Isaac. Nothing to thank me for. Right. Right. And Pinocchio owed nothing to Geppetto. Adele asked me to give you this. It's a poem she wrote you. Here. Oh, thank you. Your plane takes off in ten minutes. Go. - How's Juliet, by the way? - Oh, she's all right. Nice girl. A real lady, in the best sense. What's wrong? Do you ever remember Sarah? Of course I do. What do you remember about her? The funeral. The reporters. And the whole thing sort of drifting away... like it never even happened. Yeah. I miss her so much... and I can't get away from it. I could've spent the rest of my life figuring out what happened to her... with all that shit, and why... and I just dropped it. There was nothing you could do. You had places to go. What's going on? I don't know. All right, let's go home. Can I just say something, then we don't ever have to talk about it again? Of course. I want to be good. You are good. Maybe you're too good, huh? I don't know what I am. I want you to come someplace with me. Okay. Don't you wanna know where? - I don't think I do. - Yeah, I think you might. Tell me where. An oriental massage parlor. I don't think so. Just drop me off at the hotel. No, listen to me. I am in love... with a Korean whore... and I want you to meet her. Well, Danny, don't you think I could meet her somewhere else? Oh, come on. Are you so worried about your reputation that you won't come with your brother... to meet his girlfriend? That's nice, Fielding. Okay. Look, here's the deal. These Korean gangsters brought her over here, promised her a job... and then threw her in this whorehouse. Which you just happened to patronize. - Look at you judging me. - What do you want me to do? Well, I don't want you to judge me. - What do you want me to do? - Use your influence. - You can get her a green card. - Oh, get the fuck out of here! I'm not running for office so I can get your friend a goddamn green card. My "friend"? This isn't... She's not my friend, Fielding. This happens to be the woman I love. You fuckin' think it's so inappropriate, but it happens to be the woman I love. Remember what Sarah used to say? Sarah Williams. You do remember Sarah, don't you? - Go fuck yourself. - I know you do. She'd see some junkie on the street. People just walkin' by, nobody even noticing... but she'd see him and she'd say, "How do you know that's not Jesus?" You know? How do you know? Oh, God, I had this dream. Oh, God, I had this dream. You wanna hear it? You're a senator. We're at this... fancy Washington party... and I'm in this expensive, low-cut gown... and all I can think is that... I can't move my hands because I haven't shaved under my arms... and if anyone sees, then your whole career is ruined. I'm so glad I'm starting in Chicago with a job. Working with the church makes me feel like I'm here. On the planet, you know? And I matter. You matter to me. That's different. Besides, you have law school. I'm never going to see you anyway. I think I'm scared of disappearing. I'm not gonna let that happen. It's not up to you. Okay, so we have one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. Sarah? Sarah Williams? Yes? I'm Father Steven Mileski from Resurrection House. - Hi. - Call me Steven. How did you guess who I was? Well, you were... - I don't know. I just knew. I thought you'd need help, so I figured I'd give you a ride to your apartment. Absolutely. Thank you so much. This is Fielding. You're a blessing. I'm saying that if you want real social change... revolutions have a terrible track record. So you let people starve and suffer while they're waiting for salvation? You know me better than that. Come on. You have to accept... What are you doing? I'm making a point. That's not fair. You have to accept that... Do you know how much I love you? It's a brilliant paper. You're a brilliant student. You're gonna be a brilliant lawyer... and a brilliant senator. You're just gonna have to put up with me as your Jiminy Cricket. - Okay? - Okay. That's a good argument. See? You retire, even your kids say good things about you. - Come on, Pop. - You made a nice speech. Well, I'm glad. But you made it sound like I raised you myself. If you're running for office, no woman in this room would've voted for you. And you get too personal. I mean, if anybody really knew Kennedy, you think they would've voted for him? You gotta be strong. So strong... you're gonna want to blow your brains out. But you won't. So strong, people can say right to your face... you're a dirty, lying son of a bitch, and it's not gonna make any difference. What if I don't want to do that? Then you'll be making a big mistake. You'll end up just like me. So? What's wrong with that? You sit down in the morning and tear your hair out when you read the paper... because the world is run by people not half as smart as you are. Guys who think that working people are dog shit. Lookin' good, boy. Strong. You're doing it for all of us. If you have hope for the future of your community and this country... get out and vote on January 23... Send me to Congress... and let me work for you. Thank you. Nice to see you. You're a registered Democrat, right? Hi. How are you? Thanks for coming out. We really appreciate it. Take a flyer. Thank you all for coming out. Thank you, everyone. I know that I was grateful the government was there. I'm there for every hard-working American. How you doin'? Which ones are yours? He's interested in drawing monsters. Wait till you see him in action. I want you to meet him. He has the Teamsters in his pocket. You have to go and say hi. This has gotta be Fielding Pierce. It's a pleasure to meet you. - I'm really excited about meeting you. - Excellent. I got a few ideas. My dear. - How are things? - Very well. You're having a good time, I hope. There you are. Come here. It's okay. I want you to meet someone. This is Isaac Green and Adele. This is Sarah Williams. - How do you do? - Very pleased to meet you. I'm sorry about my clothes. - I just came from work. - You look fine. You should see our son. At least you look clean. So have you thought any more about the DA's office? My connections are strong, and it's a hell of a launching pad. Well, it's definitely interesting. Good. I don't know, Fielding. Do you really want to be putting people in jail? Would you like a drink, Sarah? Come. So... - Hi, honey. - You're late. It's 9:30. - I know. I was worried. - Oh. I'm sorry. We said we were gonna cook dinner, you were gonna help me with my paper. But Manuel, that little boy that I told you about? He talked today. Steven was playing with him, and he finally talked. You're never here anymore. You're at the church all day long. And you're at school or studying all day long. Are you in love with him? - Who? - Mileski. Steven's a priest. You're my lover, Fielding. He's part of what I do. You can't be everything to me. I want to be. Oh, dear. I love that you said that. - This is Sarah Wilson. - Congressman, how are you? - How are you? - I'm very well, thank you. - Sorry. - No, you go right ahead. This is Sarah Wilson and Fielding Pierce. Very nice to meet you. Everything's good with the independent voters? They're pretty earrings. We know exactly where he's going. I only know about soccer. Sarah Wilson? These are brothers. This is Sarah Wilson and Fielding Pierce. Fielding Pierce. Nice to meet you. "Would you like something to drink?" And the Roman Catholic priest says... - Over here. - Who is that in the corner? Yes, Mr. Ellis. How are you? It's a pleasure to meet you. - I hear great things about you. - Thank you. - I hope I can live up to them. - I'm sure you will. Our friend Isaac's a shrewd judge of character. If he takes a young man under his wing, he's got good reason. Thank you. - Mr. Ellis. - Yes? I read your article in Newsweek about Chile. Ah, yes, my dear. Yeah, I thought it was reprehensible, disgusting bullshit. You have the balls to suggest that the overthrow... ofa democratically elected government by murderous thugs is in our interest? You tell people to support that? You use your fucking power in that way? Now, see here, my dear... I'm not your dear. And what about you? Aren't you gonna say something? You fucking clapped when I ripped up that article at home. Or was that someone else? Otto, I want you to meet my niece Juliet Beck. - Darling, this is Professor Otto Ellis. - Charming. And this is Fielding Pierce... How are you? Nice to meet you. And Sarah Wilson. It's Sarah Williams, Isaac. - Yes, Williams. - It's a pleasure to meet you. I'll talk to you later. Just what is going on here? - Nothing. - Jesus. It's fine. - It's a pleasure to finally meet you. - Oh, yes, you too. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fuck up. He was just such an asshole. Why are you saying that now? Jesus. Well, he was definitely a part of it. You know, your friends are much tougher than they look. I don't even know most of them. You liked her, didn't you? Who? What? - Who? - Isaac's niece. You know. Come on. Miss Perfect Future President's Wife. Juliet, you mean? She seemed very shallow to me. Maybe. Fuck off. That's where you're headed. That's your world. It's all mapped out. It's been mapped out long before we ever met. I'm not going to change it. Do you want me to change it? I think that both of us would love to change each other. - No, I don't want to change you. - Yes, you do. You're the incarnation... of your family's ambition... and I am the incarnation of your family's fear. Your father, his name is Ed. Your mother's name is Mary. - They named you Fielding. - Yes. - What does that mean? - That I was meant to succeed. And I accept that. I don't want to watch you turn into a cog in their machine. That's so... fucking condescending. Sometimes cogs can make machines run a little bit better. Sometimes. Mostly they turn in circles and wear out. Then they get replaced. - Come work at the church with me. - Yeah, don't work for the US government. Work for the people who brought us the Children's Crusade and the Inquisition. - That's a moral step up. - It's infuriating loving you sometimes. The feeling's mutual. Honey? I'm home, and I'm horny. I'm so glad you're home. I'm going to Chile. I'm going to be gone for two weeks. We're going to get some friends out of there. - How are you gonna do that? - It's all planned. - It's not difficult or dangerous. - When is this happening? Tonight. Our flight's at 7:00. Can I ask you not to go? Who are you going with? Steven. We're meeting up with a nun named Sister Angela. - What'll the army think you're doing? - I can't talk about that. Listen, Fielding, if anybody comes snooping around... just dodge their questions. - We must go. There'll be traffic. - Not to mention the storm. God has given us a lot to put our shoulder against. Yeah, He's been such a help. Really. I'll bring her back safe and sound, Fielding. You have my word. Is there something I can do to help? Do you have any money? Thanks. Take me with you. Please. - You'll be with us. We feel your love. - No, I mean it seriously. - I speak better Spanish than you both. - Sister Angela speaks it perfectly. Just take me with you. Everything's arranged for this time. It means a lot you asked. - I'm sorry, but we must go. - I'll go with you to the airport. You think what I'm doing is wrong? Of course not. Truth is I think you're... fucking incredible. And I do wish you weren't going. I want to forget everything that separates us, Fielding. You're my lover. The only man in the world I love. You're the only woman I love. Ten years ago we could run a campaign for $10,000. Now it takes a goddamn million. We got the votes, right? As in, vote early and vote often. What we need to do is coast. We'll get plenty of ink for free. Reporters got nothing to do this time of year, right, Kelly? You're right. Also, we can count on Jerry Charmichael's full cooperation. I don't know if you want him involved, but he's willing to do whatever's best... I'm losing my mind. - Beg your pardon. - Yeah. - What do you mean? - I just... I've... I've been seeing things and hearing things... from Sarah. And I've been believing them. Believing that she's... I don't know. Come back from the other side, or maybe she never died. I can't explain it. I thought I saw her couple of years ago in New York. It seemed really crazy, so I never told you about it, but... she was coming out of a... like, a coffee shop... with this guy, this older guy. And I didn't think about it. I just... called her name. And she looked around, and she looked straight at me. And... I guess I was just so surprised... I just forgot that she wasn't alive anymore and... she turned around and walked a bit further, so I called her name again. And she turned around... and then I remembered. And, you know... it wasn't her. She looked different. That's not true. She looked a lot like Sarah. But she wasn't Sarah. That's the point. She just looked like her. I was really freaked. I really was, but I just carried on and made myself forget all about it. I never told you, because it was just dumb. But that happens. - But you saw her. - I thought I saw her. I didn't see her. Of course I didn't see her. I am absolutely sure about that. You're absolutely sure? Yeah. So will Congressman Charmichael be participating in your campaign? Jerry's pretty exhausted, so... You remember me at all, Fielding? It was my very first news job in Minneapolis. It was one of the biggest stories of the year there. What was the story? There were American priests giving left-wing Chileans sanctuary... and right-wing Chileans hunting them down... and Fielding's girlfriend got caught in the middle. I'm sorry. There's a woman... who has some statistics that I need. I won't be long! What is this? What is this? What... Goddamn you! Goddamn you! Who is making this disturbance? My God, what's wrong? What brings you here? - I don't know. Where am I? - You're in my church. This is my parish now. You've created a disturbance... - I want to talk about Sarah. - What do you want to know... Just tell me about her! Is she alive? - Tell me, please. - All right. Just stop the shit and tell me if she is alive! She is alive in the hearts of those that love her. Bullshit! I followed her into this church! I followed her into this church! And I'm tired of being screwed with! Poor Fielding. Francisco and Gisela Higgens... I'd like you to meet my right arm here. Sarah Williams and her friend Fielding Pierce. Hello. It's an honor really. I hope we can be of service to you. Thank you. What about you? Another good Catholic? Not at all. Darling, if it weren't for some great churchmen... we wouldn't be here to speak out... and our friends Gustavo and Seny would be in prison or dead. So what do you do? Fielding wants to be a senator. Well, well. A senator. With so many ofyour politicians showing their corruption... I am surprised to see someone from the youth... who chooses to follow their example. I'm sorry. Do you really believe that I'm going into politics... so I can become a corrupt son of a bitch... who sells electrodes to the Chilean secret police? What Gisela means is when you enter a corrupt institution... you become part of it. So you would say leave politics to the worst America has to offer? Young man, everything is politics. Life is politics. Calling only your elections politics is part of your sickness here. I am so sick of having to apologize for being an American. - North American. - Oh, God, I'm so sorry. North American. I can't help but noticing that when people run to freedom... they tend to wash up on North American shores. This country is the best we've been able to do in the history of the planet. You can't be serious. We know our government plays rough. Of course it does. All governments do. But when you compare it to a country like Chile... where even the leaders of the opposition come from the upper class... a guy like me would have no shot. My parents, my family, they were nothing. Now my brother is a publisher. My sister is an artist. If I do become an elected official, I think that has to mean something. This is like the patient who describes his symptoms as a sign of good health. That's ugly, Steven. Yes, yes, that is ugly, Steven. Reminds me of something Sarah would say. You're in this conversation by yourself, Fielding. I'm in this whole fucking room by myself... and I'm choking on the collective sense of superiority! I'm just going to Minneapolis to drive them around for a few days. You're acting like I'm leaving you forever. If it's only for a few days, why are you taking so much stuff? Because Seny doesn't have any winter clothes, so I'm bringing her some too. I do love you, you know. You have to love me too. Not an image and not an idea. And not in spite of who I am. We'll be at Our Lady of the Miracle by tomorrow afternoon. You know... most people think you all are crazy. Most people? Or you? Most people. And me. The coroner is expected to make his initial report. As for the young American woman, it's not yet officially known... but we have learned that she was Sarah Williams... an activist from Chicago who was also working with the sanctuary movement. Obviously the death of a young American girl on American shores... will throw a whole new light on both the sanctuary movement... and possibly on the government's relationship with the Chilean regime. I'm Bill Haugland, reporting live from Minneapolis. Mr. Williams, who do you blame for your daughter's death? I just want to take Sarah home and bury her. You're the boyfriend, right? The fianc? Who do you blame for Sarah Williams's death? There are times when death seems not the will ofGod... but the venal, ugly act of man. And these are the times... that make us want to raise our heads to the heavens and shout. Shout loud enough to wake the dead. Tony has been doing some informal polls. Tony has been doing some informal polls. And? You're slipping. You're not behind yet, but you are slipping. You have to work harder. Come on, Caroline. Work harder? I went 18 places yesterday. My throat is killing me. Come on. My hand is so swollen I can't put a glove on it. What do you want me to do? I want you to put everything out of your mind until after all this is over. Absolutely everything. After the election... we can be as crazy as we like. You can't get there from here... but send me and let me work for you. Thank you very much. Thanks for coming out. - You want some more? - No, I'm fine. You have the will power... to have just one glass of this? That's good. Fuck, yeah, very strong. Stay put. Don't say anything interesting. I'll be right back. My brother. You sure you don't want any of this? Because it's good. Sorry. Is this all we have? Rice cakes? I can't stay here tonight. What? Where are you going to go? A friend's. You gonna come back? - Yeah, of course. - That's very nice of you. I'll be back tomorrow. You want something special for breakfast? I'll fix you a sprout omelette or something. Do you know what I think? I think if you win this election and I don't go to Washington with you... in three weeks you won't even know the difference. You know what I think? I think you're right. A chance to see my brother go down the tubes. - Dan, hey! - I'm just kidding. If that's the way you feel, why did you come here? When I took Kim from the massage parlor, the Koreans were furious. They wanted her back. Korean men think because Kim run away... maybe other girls run away too. I can't get involved with your shit right now. It's either very fucking stupid of you, or it's sadistic of you to come here. Wait a minute. It's not that big a deal. You cannot be here. I'm in the middle ofan election, and it's going to be close. And when it's close, it gets ugly. I don't want to have to explain you or your girlfriend to anyone anymore. Wait. You're a powerful man. You have influence. Just make a phone call or something... You're not in my district, Danny. I am your fucking district. Who do you think made you what you are? You are me, you fuck! You close the door on me, you close the door on yourself. So be it then. What would you be without us? Some repulsive combination of... Harvard and the coast guard stirred up by Isaac Green... and his fucking tight-assed niece. I'll get a cloth. Goddamn it. Did I wake you? Yes. Who is this? I'm so sorry, Fielding. Every day I had to decide whether I should call you. I tried to bring you to me. Put your name on a little piece of paper and I pinned it to my blanket. I couldn 't stay where I was. I wanted to so badly, but I couldn't stay that person. I don't think you're going to like me anymore. What? I don't think you're going to like me anymore. Oh, honey, I will always love you. - Where are you? Tell me where you are. - I'm far away. - Tell me where you are and I'll... - I can't. I can. Tell me where you are. Just tell me, please. I'm with you. Calm. Why the fuck is this happening to me? - Hello? - It's Isaac. You'd better come over... - Do you want to lose this election? - What's the problem? You've missed three appearances this morning. Dayton's poll has you in a dead heat. Your campaign is out of money, and the election's in three days. Is that enough? Come in. Sit down. Whatever problems you two are having can be put aside for a while. He's not beating us on issues. On issues you cream him every time. But he's very affable, and that comes across. When he wants to be, you can be the most charming man on Earth. What are you doing here? Why are you here? Because I want to be. But we're not, you know... You left. It is stupid to let you throw this campaign away when you're so close. Do you want to lose this election? - Do you realize... - I've got to go. I'm sorry. - Where do you think you're going? - I'm going to go find Sarah. You're going to visit her grave? - I don't understand. This is crazy. - Listen to me, Isaac. They didn't bury Sarah. It was somebody else. They probably realized it would help them a great deal... if they thought they had killed an American. Does that make sense? You saw her, Caroline! - What is happening to him? - Didn't you? - You got the time, man? - What time is it? Nice fucking watch you got there. Get rid of the watch. It should be snowing, but that's okay. Right about... there. Turn the light out. What do you want me to do? What do you want me to do? Should I do what they want? Is that the right thing? You still gonna love me? Where did you go? Where the fuck did I go? A simplified tax code with radical reductions of write-offs... and a thorough reappraisal of our endless expenditures on defense. Wihen I was given the opportunity... to run for Congress... I was going to say that... I accepted the opportunity because it'd give me a chance to serve my country. But that's not entirely true. The truth is that I have wanted this... as long as I can remember. And when you've wanted something that long... just getting it becomes the most important thing. We become dogs chasing a mechanical rabbit around a racetrack... and what do we do when we finally get it in our jaws? I do believe... that I can make a difference. I believe that I can hear the voices of the people in difficulty. But I must finish... by promising to you... that if you elect me I will do everything I can... to protect what is left of the best in us... from the selfish and the brutal. To make this world as close to paradise as we can. That may not be very close at all, but... what better way to spend a life than crawling toward it. Thank you. And the 14th district is still too close to call. Wie'll keep our eye on this one. It looks like it's going right down to the wire. Wait, Mom. Hold on. - Thank you so much. - I 'm staying here. Stay tuned throughout the evening for details on this tightly contested race. All we can say now is that it's simply too close to call. Final tally is in. You won. What was the margin? 614 votes. Congratulations. Thanks, Isaac. How's it going? Well, I 'm here, aren't I? The prices in this place are obscene. Don't worry, Mom. It's a sleepwalker books party. Expense account money is still money... and I don't like these places playing me for a sucker. My family. I think I'll kill them. Caroline's right. We should concentrate on being happy for Fielding. Yeah, and then tomorrow we can go back to trashing each other. There's something that I think I should tell you all. I'm not feeling very well. I haven't been for a while. Something inside me has jumped the track. I'm confused. I'm not thinking right. I'm not sleeping right. And I just don't think I am complaining about this... or asking for your help... because there's nothing anyone can do about it. It's just happened, and that's all there is to it. I don't know what I'm going to say from one minute to the next. I really don't. I don't know what I'm going to say. I don't know what I'm going to do. Do you understand that? I know this is coming at a bad time for everyone... but there's nothing I can do about that. I'm tired... and I'm... I don't see things the way that I used to. Everything... everything, everything is fucking strange... and it's all completely out of control, and I'm frightened. Maybe if you all could give me some real help... and not your pity or generosity, but some help. Take a look at me. I know I am ruining everything, but I can't... If I don't say this now, I may never say it. Everything is going very fast. It's going very, very fast. It's completely out of control. If I don't say it today, tomorrow may be too late. I may be too crazy to even know how crazy I am. I don't know what to do! I don't know what to do! Something has happened to me, and I'm very lost! And it doesn't stop. It's not getting better. I don't get better. I'm not getting better. It's just going on, and it's going on. And there's nothing that I can do about it. It's not stopping! It's not stopping. Stupid. Stupid. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I feel better. Thanks. I'm okay. Don't worry. I'll be okay. I'm sorry. Sorry. I'll be okay. Who is it? Did you have to do it like this? You ripped my life in half. You took away everything that was starting to mean something in my life. How did you do that? Why did you do that? Can you stay... for a while? You need to stop talking to people about me. It's not safe. All right. I won't. I won't. Are you all right? I'm good. I really am. I miss you so much. I miss you too. I'm being so irresponsible. I know that I made my decision. I kept to it. I thought wanting you was gonna go away. They told me it was gonna go away. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Please, don't go. Our lives have taken us so far apart now. It seems wrong to think we belong together. But I think it. I do, too, but... I think I know why. Why? Because it's what we want. But... so few people get what they want. And the ones that do... aren't really the lucky ones anyway. They're not? Who are? The ones that do what they're meant to. Can we not talk for a little bit? I would feel so happy if you would just hold me. Let's just pretend that this is what our lives are like. This is perfectly natural. It's no big deal. I can close my eyes and let everything else go away. It's hard what you're doing, isn't it? Just hold me. Dear Congressman Charmichael. My son is 19 years old. He was born with a very low birth weight. He has never enjoyed good health. Can you please send me any information about the rights of adopted children? Please mark the envelope: "Top secret. Do not open." If they knew what I was doing, they'd kill me. The American consulate was polite, but when I went to them with information... that I had seen his body, that he had been murdered... Dear Congressman Pierce. Congratulations on your election. I am writing to you because I am having... a bad problem with my Social Security. I've taken food out of the garbage in the hall. That money they're holding from me is mine. I earned it. I've done everything that I know how to get this problem solved. If I could come down to your office in Washington... I would get down on my knees... and I would take your hand... and I would beg you. Please. Please help me. I never saw Sarah again. I think I've managed to help some people in Congress. Do some good. Less than I'd have liked, but more than I had feared. And to this day I still don't know if Sarah was real that night... or just the product of my broken heart. But, Sarah, if you are alive... and it was you that night... here for one last moment of sweetness before going back out... to try to make things better in the world... I can only say... keep fighting. God be with you. I love you. And if it wasn't really you... if my visit was... only the you that still lives in my heart... the you that never gave up... that taught me what being brave was all about... if it was only the you that I will carry with me... in my soul until the day I die... I can only say... keep fighting. And God be with you. I love you. Done by (c) dCd / December 2017